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With no further adieu,
"You son of a-"
"Now now, Tom." He broke in. "watch your language please." My mouth was glued closed in an instant and I struggled to open it. In failing to do so, I watched him so ferociously my gaze might have burnt him where he stood. "You know, I honestly thought you would catch me," he said, and laughed. "You really are losing your touch. Voldemort would have had this figured out months ago. I was worried you would too, but…" he trailed off, still smirking like a lunatic. "So now my father's gone, I guess that it only really leaves you standing between me and being the king of wizards." I mentally scoffed at him. It was a foolish, romantic picture that he drew, and I couldn't believe he took it seriously. "I know, I know." He said. "It sounds crazy. The one thing you weren't expecting Tom…well actually you weren't expecting any of this, I suppose, but the one thing that you don't get, is that I actually want this. I want to rule over all lesser magicians, and my father saw that ambition in me. That was why he gave me his magic before he died, you moron. Who actually leaves a dieing man with someone not completely trustworthy?"
My mouth was freed, so I used it.
"You honestly think I'll believe any of this? Rahim wasn't stupid enough to give a raging madman like you his power." Gan sniggered and leaned against a table idly, conjouring a firewhiskey out of thin air..
"What, you think I could have taken it from him?" he asked incredulously.
"Even if he did give it to you," I continued, "what on earth makes you think I'll hand over my empire to you willingly?"
"Let's face it, Tom," Gan said, his arms thrown wide. "You know I'm stronger than you, allie wise. If you try to bring me down, well, I'm going to have to turn, let's see, Asia, The States, Russia, Italy and Brazil on you." He looked at me sympathetically. "I know how you must be feeling." I snorted at him.
"You have no idea what I'm feeling."
"No, I really do." He took a sip of his liquor and grimaced slightly. "You're scared." He moved closer and stood over me, where I was sitting. "You're scared because you know I'll kill every man, woman and child who I know you're close to. Master Malfoy, His charming wife, and oh, let's not forget your little Ginny. I can see it now. Her back arching off of the floor in pain while my men torture her. Tears running down her cheeks, and cries of agony caressing her lips." His spell kept me from leaping at him and yanking out his spleen. All I could do was glare at him. "Oh, I'm sorry," He said, seemingly polite. "I shan't talk about these things if they bother you,"
"You're a sick bastard," I informed him.
"Now, now, no need for curt language," He chastised me. "Honestly Tom, one would think you were brought up by a squib. Oh that's right. You were weren't you?" I could ignore the jabs about my mother, and I breathed an internal sigh of relief that he had left off the topic of Ginny. "Think it over, Tom. Let your reign end peacefully, or it will be crushed." I exhaled. "I'll give you time to think about it." He strode to the door. He glanced back at me before, "Ah, yes. Sorry about that, mate." He undid my binds with a flick of his wand, and closed the door behind himself.
I massaged my wrists from where the invisible ropes had held me. There was only one thing to be done then. There was only one thing I could do. Protect my own while I let my world be taken from me.
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Tom came back into the room late that night. I looked out of the bathroom where I was brushing my hair.
"Love, you've been gone for hours! Where have you been?" I demanded. He looked at me, then looked away. His eyes traced the intricate patterns on the floor before raising them back to look to me. "Tom?" I asked again. Something in him changed then, and he took long strides towards me. He took both of my hands in his and kissed them. "What?" I asked suspiciously. "Did you curse Draco again when you were practicing dueling? Does he have those purple boils on him again?" He laughed, but sounded close to crying. The smile disappeared off of my face. "What's-"
"Nothing," He cut me off. "Everything is fine. I just missed you is all."
"Don't give me that," I said. "Something is wrong with you."
"Pet, you know I love you, right?" I raised my eyebrows. Something must really be wrong.
"Damn, we're here one day and already you're freaking out about something?"
"Will you desist?" He snapped at me, and I went silent. He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just… I love you." He bent down to kiss me.
"I love you too," I mumbled before he did. When he pulled away I tried to figure out what was happening again. "Is this about-"
"It's about you and me, love. We're the only ones in the world tonight." I smiled suspiciously, but asked no more questions.
It was one of the happiest, most content nights of my life.
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"So you're doing it tonight?" Draco asked quietly after dinner a few days later. Ginny and Adelé were sitting in the corner talking about something or other.
"Yes," I said tightly.
"You know what you have to do?"
"Yes,"
"Tom-"
"Shut up, Draco. Just be quiet," He looked half frustrated, half depressed.
"It's a sacrifice for all of us," He grumbled I stared at him in disbelief.
"Oh yes, your sacrifice is just like mine,"
"You know that's not what I meant,"
"Leave me be," I said sullenly. How I could sit and talk at a time like this I didn't know. I started hyperventilating every time I thought of what I had to do. I stood, knocking my chair backwards. The three of them stared at me, and I said, "I'm going for a walk."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Ginny asked.
"No," I snapped at her. She looked confused. "I want to be alone for once," I stormed out of the room.
Every time I thought of what I had to do I swallowed compulsively. The hot India air met me at the door and I regretted going out. The sticky weather wasn't improving my attitude towards life. I shook my head. There was nothing I could do to postpone the upcoming job I had to do. I sighed. She had to believe me. That was the most important part of the plan. I fixed a glare onto my face. I had to do it now before I chickened out. I went back into our rooms.
"Draco, Adelé may we have a moment?" I hissed. They nodded and left the room. She turned to me, her brown eyes worried.
"There's something wrong," she said.
"Very astute!" I cried mockingly. "I can't deny it any longer," I examined my fingernails. A long silence stretched between us and when I glanced at her, I saw her forehead creased in confusion.
"I don't know what you mean," She said. "You've been acting strangely since Rahim died, what's going on?" I shrugged.
"Nothing's going on. Well, nothing too big concerning me. You, on the otherhand… well I suppose that something is definatley going to be big news for you."
"What do you mean?" She asked warily. "You aren't being yourself." I smiled sweetly at her.
"You just haven't gotten it yet, have you?" I asked, my tone implying that I felt sorry for her. She still didn't get it, so I took a deep breath, and cast away the only bright spot in my blackened life. "Our bond is broken." She stared at me.
"Our-"
"Yes, our bond is broken." I repeated. "See, I don't love you anymore." I was astounded that I managed to make out this horrendous lie without my voice breaking.
"What do you mean you don't-"
"You know I mean exactly what I say. I'm finished with you. I want you to leave, and never come back. I don't want to see you again."
"Is this about Rahim?"
"No, this is about you."
"No. I won't. I won't leave." she said stubbornly.
"I want you to leave." I repeated, thinking that I sounded like a broken record.
"Why are you saying this?" A tear leaked down her cheek.
"Get it through your head, sweet thing. I don't love you anymore. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm finished with you. I'm tired of your whiny voice, and your disgusting kisses. I suggest you get out before I make you." Through all this time I had managed to keep up my cool façade that Voldemort had used so much. Her silent tears had started at these words, and she stepped towards me tentatively.
"Tom, no…please, I love-" I couldn't let her finish that sentence, or else all would have been lost.
"Crucio!" I hissed. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed onto the floor. My face screwed up, and I had to lift the spell before I lost it completely. From her place on the floor she couldn't see the tears streaming down my face as well. "Get. Out." I said, keeping the waver out of my voice. She scrambled to her feet and ran from the room, and I heard her feet pounding the marble floor in the hallway. From a long way off I heard her keening cries of remorse. I silencioed the room, and let my grief rip through me as well.
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