Quick A/N:
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling.
Sorry about the late postings! I have school now, and Cadets! Hopefully this chapter and that last one make up for it!
Tom came into my room to find me writing on a long roll of parchment. He moved my hair away from my neck, and kissed the bare skin there. I was surprised by this show of affection, but there was no stopping him.
"Ginny," He whispered, "For you to stay with me, you need to complete a trial of sorts."
"What kind of trial?" I asked, turning to see him. He looked away.
"You will need to retrieve something useful to us. Many people have done it."
"When you say many people have done it, do you mean death eaters? Tom, am I becoming a death eater?" I was panicking.
"Well, yes, in a way, but I won't give you the regular dark mark, it's too much of a blemish on your perfect skin."
"Don't cover this up with a compliment." I whispered, but leaned my head against his stomach as he straightened.
"I'm sorry, but you're doing this." He ordered. I frowned a little at being told what to do, but didn't say anything. "I'll be back in an hour with what you'll need." And he disappeared. He returned, though, true to his word an hour later. He handed me dragon hide gauntlets, and a black peasant-like blouse. He also gave me a wand holster to attach to my jeans, and my wand back. "Don't try anything funny, Ginny. You've been earning my trust, don't loose it now." I smiled up at him, happy to have my wand back, and he planted a chaste kiss on my lips. Again, I was surprised, but said nothing. When I was ready, he walked me to a door that I didn't remember seeing before. He opened it, and led me down a wide spiral staircase with large oak doors at the bottom. Draco was waiting there, slapping gloves against his thigh impatiently. He dragged me away from Tom, and pulled me onto a broom with him.
"Were are we going?" I asked Draco, getting one last glimpse of Tom before I left.
"A castle in Scotland, not to far away." He replied. "You're getting a Sword, a lost one of Salazar Slytherins. There will be lots of guards there, so you better be a good fighter. I'll drop you on the roof, but I'll pick you up on the ground. Hurry, you only have twenty minutes." And after that, he didn't say another word to me. We landed on the roof, and I slid off. "Good luck." He said, before flying off.
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"Damn." I whispered as the man threw me to the ground, with my arms pinned behind my back. I had been caught, unfortunately, after I had gotten the sword. I had downsized it, and it was in my pocket. Then, the guards had noticed, and chased me down two levels of stairs. I still had five minutes to get away before my time ran out. As the man stood to pull me to my feet, I jumped up, and kicked him in the shins. I grabbed my wand from him, and leaped off the ledge onto a roof below. Landing hurt, but I got up, and slid down onto another roof. Finally I reached the ground, with six guards in pursuit, shooting hexes at me. I saw Draco taking off, and grabbed onto his hand. He pulled me onto the back of the broom and I buried my face in his back, shaking from fear. I calmed my breathing a bit, before we got back to the manor that was my prison. Bellatrix was there to meet us, to my distaste. I glared at her, in a foul mood already, from the trial.
"You didn't get it I presume." She cackled. I pulled my wand from the holster, and she backed up, worriedly. But instead of hexing her like I was longing to do, I pulled out the little sword and enlarged it back to its original size. Draco grinned, and I smiled maliciously at Bellatrix.
"You presumed wrong, now get out of my way. I'm tired, and I need to see the dark lord." Tom was in the ballroom, and was sitting on the edge of the dais. I could tell that he was concentrating not to fidget, because his eyes were closed, and he was leaning back on his elbows. I knelt in front of him, and placed the sword at his feet, bowing my head. I would stay here all night if I had to, but I wouldn't be the first to say something. Luckily he opened his eyes and looked down at me. I didn't see his reaction, but I heard the smile in his voice when he said,
"Arise, Ginevra Weasley, as a faithful servant to the dark lord." I was surprised at his formality until I realized that there were other people who had filed in after me. His top death eaters were there, and clapped for me, oddly. "It's customary to give the dark mark in private." He whispered to me. I nodded, handed him the sword, and then walked out. He followed me to his room, and closed the door behind himself.
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I was proud of her, beyond measures. I couldn't get the door closed fast enough when we got to her room. I had already thought about her mark in detail, and when she looked to me, I ordered,
"Lie down on your stomach." She gulped, but did as I told her to do. I sat beside her, and was glad that she had removed the blouse, and had donned a simple tank top. It was better for the position of her tattoo. I pressed my wand to her right shoulder, and she grimaced in pain and the tattoo was printed into her skin. I traced the small skull on her shoulder blade, and was pleased with it. "Now you really do belong to me." I said, possessively. She looked at me over her shoulder, through lowered lashes, grinned, and put her head down on the pillow. She fell asleep quickly, but I stayed, watching her body rise and fall with the deep breaths of sleep. "You are mine Ginevra Molly Weasley. Nobody else's." She opened her eyes, half awake, and said,
"Yes Tom, I'm yours. Now either come to sleep or go away." I grinned, crawled in beside her, and draped a hand over her waist.