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Onto the show! – Iamthewalrus93
It was hard treating her like a servant, and I could tell that I was failing. I was too attached to her, and that was dangerous. I shook my head as I walked down the halls, and straightened the collar on my black button-up shirt, and brushed off my black pants. I ran a hand through my dark hair, and opened the door to the ballroom where we also held our meetings. They bowed to me as one. I saw the recovered death eaters among them. Draco and Lucius were closest to the front, just like normal. I strode down the floor where they had parted I sat on my seat at the front, and they all straightened. I sighed, and prepared to listen to them, all the while my thoughts flying back to the woman in my chambers.
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I could tell when he returned from the meeting that he was bone tired.
"Ugh, I hate those meetings." He groaned. "I'm taking a bath."
"It's ready for you in the other room." I said nervously. He looked at me oddly, and smiled.
"Good work servant." He drawled, and started pulling buttons open on his shirt as he walked towards the bathroom. I rolled my eyes. He was almost exactly like I remembered him. I smiled to myself. Back then I hadn't realized how attractive he was…Stop thinking like that! I told myself. Just, stop. He emerged from the bathroom a while later, and I was making a pot of tea, like I usually had before bed with mum and dad. My mouth fell open. He was wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist. His wet hair fell around his face, and his contoured chest was available for my eyes to go over every faucet and crevice.
"Ung…" I moaned when I saw him. I wanted nothing more than to sprint over and run my hands down his chest and back. I restrained myself. Barely. He noticed that I was staring, and turned to face me, propping his hands on his hips and smirking.
"What, Weasley? You like what you see?" He raised an eyebrow, and I realized I had been pouring tea on the table. I turned beet red, and started to mop it up. "No need." He said, and grabbed his wand from the table, and said "Scourgify." I couldn't believe I had missed his wand there! I could be on my way home already. I suddenly realized that I didn't want to go. Not now, at any rate. He walked slowly closer to me, and I was mesmerized by his face. He leaned down on top of me, not breaking eye contact, and pushed me down with him. My back was almost on the table, when he grabbed the teacup, and straightened up. He smirked at me, and took a sip of the tea. I panted, winded from his close contact. He raised his eyebrows at me, and took another drink. As he finished the tea, I asked,
"So, um, where am I sleeping?" He bounced back on the bed, and put his arms behind his head again. I was still hypnotized by his wiry muscled teenage frame.
"Right here." He said, as if I should have guessed. I gulped again, and said,
"I don't have a nightgown." He cocked an eyebrow, and grinned mysteriously. "Could you get me one or something?" I choked out. He rolled his eyes.
"Just grab one of my shirts, I'll fix it." I complied, and handed him a green shirt (hey, I only had green or black to choose from.) and he lengthened it an inch.
"A little longer?" I asked hopefully. He shook his head, grinning. I glared at him, and retreated to the bathroom to put it on. It barely covered my bum, so I frowned, and walked back into the main room carefully. Tom was rolled over the other way, so I slipped into bed carefully, and scooched as far away from him as I could go. He rolled over, and pulled me towards himself, so that he was spooning me, and I grimaced. He had only donned a pair of shorts to wear in bed.
"You should be happy." He said. "I usually sleep in the nude." I snorted in laughter, and he chuckled behind me.
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Two days later was not a good day. Tom was grumpy, which made him take it out on me, and so I was grumpy too. We got into a row, which included me shrieking over and over,
"Let me go back! Let me go back! Let me go back!" Eventually, he grabbed me by the shoulders, and leaned in close to my face, and hissed menacingly,
"Never. You are never leaving this manor, so get used to it, do you understand? I am never letting you leave. You'll be here until you die." I burst into tears, and he groaned in frustration, and then left the room. I whirled around the room, looking for some kind of escape, anything to get away. The balcony! Tom had opened the door yesterday, so it was still unlocked! I looked around the room and hurried to the small outcrop. I looked down. It was only about seven feet to the ground! If I swung down, I could jump the rest of the way. I did just that, and landed with a quiet thump. I looked up to make sure no one was watching, and then sprinted down a short lawn and through the forest that surrounded the manor. I had been gone an hour or two, and was starting to get hopeful, when I heard it. The cracks of apparition right behind me.
I looked over my shoulder quickly, and saw Death Eaters, clad in robes and masks. I gasped, and started running again. One apparated right in front of me, grabbed me in a bear hug, and apparated away. I thumped them on the back, struggling to get away, and Draco pulled off his mask. He looked livid. He pulled me up the lawn, and through the main doors, just like his father had done the first day that I was there. He threw me to the cold marble floor, and glared at me. I shrank away from him.
"Have you any idea how much trouble I would have been in if I hadn't have found you?" Draco demanded. I didn't reply. "It was just lucky that Blaise saw you while he was scouting on his broomstick!" I curled as tight as I could go, away from him. "Well, at least the dark lord has found a way to…amuse himself." My head snapped up, and Draco was leering at me. I stood suddenly, and he pulled me into the ballroom.
Tom was seated on his normal seat on the dais, with Pansy Parkinson seated on his lap. She was kissing his neck, his face, basically drooling all over him. I ground my teeth, and something inside of me made me want to stalk over to her and hit her into the next century. She shouldn't have been the one seated there.
"Jealous, Ginevra?" Tom asked me lazily. I glared at him. "I can see it in your mind." He explained. "Leave us!" He snapped at Pansy. She stood, and bowed to him, smirked at me, then fled. Tom stood. "You aren't as pure as your family thinks you are, are you Ginny?" I kept glaring at him, refusing to answer. He walked up to me, and slung an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I turned my face away, but he pulled it roughly back towards him. "You are so irresistible when you're angry." and then he kissed me. It was a chaste kiss, but it surprised me all the same. It was the first time he had ever kissed me. He pulled away, and called, "Send in the prisoner!" I gulped. This would not be good. Colin Creevy was thrown into the chamber, and I groaned. Tom pulled him closer to us by magic, and stood over him. "You know this boy?" I didn't reply. "Crucio!" He cried suddenly, and Colin's body flopped and twitched erratically. I shrieked, and fell to the floor beside him. "Say it." Tom hissed angrily. I looked up at him through my tears. He lifted the spell for a second, and then recast it. "Say it!" He said again.
"Anything!" I sobbed. "Please, Tom, stop this!"
"Ginny, no!" Colin croaked.
"Say you'll never leave again, say you'll never try to escape again!" Tom hissed. He cast the spell again. Colin cried out and flopped around.
"I promise!" I cried. "Stop hurting him!" Tom stood over me, and lifted the spell off of Colin.
"Swear it. I'll use a spell that I control, so that you can't." I faltered for a second. "Do it, or I swear I will kill him." Tom said, in a dead voice. I nodded, and he cast a silent spell on me. I felt a surge run through my veins and my head snapped up to look at Tom. He was glaring down at me, and I stood stiffly. "Get rid of this." He said to Draco, who dragged him out. I eyed Tom, warily. "Now you see that I get what I want." He fumed. I genuinely smiled at him. He looked down at me bemusedly. "You're happy?"
"I'm not close to happy, Tom. You just tortured one of my best friends. I should hate you, but you were right." He cocked an eyebrow at me. "I can't hate you." I breathed. He ran a thumb across my cheek, and I raised a hand to keep his there. I felt like such an awful person. How could I be content with the man who just tortured Colin? Did that make me a monster too? Tom leaned in to kiss me again, and I decided that I didn't care.