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~iamthewalrus93~
I poked my head out the door at the sound of slapping feet, but they had disappeared by the time I looked. I closed the door silently behind me and moved swiftly down the hall. I heard hushed voices coming from Gan's room, so I knocked quietly.
"Enter," he called, and I pushed open the door. He was standing in front of a low fire, with his hands in his pockets while Morica lounged on the sofa behind him. "May I help you?" He snapped, and his eyes blazed in my direction.
"What's with the cold welcome?" I drawled, walking over to a chair and collapsing into it. He gritted his teeth, and turned away while she smiled evilly at some joke I didn't understand.
"Don't take it personally," she said quietly, and took a sip from her glass. "He just doesn't like the way you treated-"
"Morica!" He barked, cutting her off. She grinned at him through her lashes.
"Come now, let's tell the boy what he's done," She said, and got gracefully to her feet. "He deserves to know."
"What?" I demanded, crossing my legs and leaning back in the winged armchair. Gan turned his head to look at me, half his face in shadow and the other half bright from the flames.
"You are my servant, and I am the master," he said coldly. "Don't ask questions." I snorted.
"That's a bit far, mate. I'm letting you take the reins on my empire, but Ill never call you master." Morica put her chin on his shoulder from behind him, and said,
"Tell him Gan."
"It wont hurt him, Mori, It'll just make him angry." She walked around him and sat on the arm of my chair.
"Isn't that the point? I'd love to see what trouble he'll be in from his reaction."
"What's going on?" I asked and stood. Suddenly Gan's demeanor changed. He grinned triumphantly, and sat on the couch Morica had recently vacated.
"There was a hitch in the plan tonight."
"What plan?" I demanded sharply. "You said nothing would happen for the next few weeks."
"Look, he's angry already," Morica pointed out. Her hands slid over my hips and up around my waist. I grabbed them and threw them off, glaring at Gan.
"I lied," he said delicately. "Rabastan was sent out with a few others to get the blood of a virgin bride."
"The Hartlien ritual," I moaned. It was an incredibly powerful spell made specifically to boost a wizard's power.
"The very same," he said. "Anyway, so they were sent to the Burrow, where a certain Mr. Ronald Weasley was celebrating his brand spanking new nuptials to Mrs. Hermione Granger Weasley." My teeth came together with an audible clack. "I see you catch were I'm going with this. Our little Ginny was present at this party, and didn't like the idea of her friend being taken away, so she, along with her merry band of men, including the legendary Harry Potter, decided to fight us." My fingernails dug into my palms. The idea of Ginny fighting those monsters… "She did quite well, to tell the truth. She managed to spare Mrs. Weasley, and bring my fighters down altogether. Unfortunately, she was taken along."
"What did you do to her?" I spat out.
"Easy love, he's getting to the punch line," Morica said. I turned around to glare at her, and she was sprawled in the chair, grinning at me like the absolute nutter she was.
"So I, playing the good guy, went down to spring her from the chains she was in, but she fought still. You didn't tell me how powerful she had gotten." My chin rose a little. I was proud of her for giving him a hard time. "Anyways, so I shut her down. She must be exhausted from the things she threw at me." I was surprised that his voice had a note of pride in it too. Apparently there was more going on here then I thought. He actually thought he had a chance with her. I scoffed at that internally. "I told her how she really did belong here, and how, even though you had cast her off like an old hand-me-down, some people wanted her here." My eyes narrowed at the thought of him turning her against me.
"Where is she?" I asked quietly.
"She's just down the hall," Morica murmured. "In the room between this one and yours." I roared in anger and whipped my wand out at Gan. He looked at me, down my wand and smirked.
"I really hope you think about this before you do anything. You know I'm basically impervious to any magic you might throw at me." I lowered my wand shakily and turned on my heel to leave the room.
"You have no idea what you've done." I said in a murderous voice, and slammed the door behind myself.
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"Miss! Miss!" A small voice squeaked. Someone was pulling on my sleeve.
"Uh? Wha? Who's there?" I asked groggily.
"Missus needs to wake up!" She said and shook me. Damn house elf. I sat up and laid my head on my knees.
"What time is it?"
"Five o-clock miss."
"What? Then let me sleep!"
"No missus, five o-clock in the evening!" I sat bolt upright.
"How long did I sleep?" She counted on her fingers before telling me,
"Seventeen hours madam. Now you must get up!" I stood but the edges of my vision clouded as the blood rushed from my head. I sat slowly and put my face in my hands. "I have clothes for you and some food. Please hurry, Master will be angry with me if yous is late!"
"Late?"
"Yes miss, there is a meeting tonight. You must get dressed now." I stood again and pulled on some clothes. I grabbed a goblet and a roll off of the plate of food. I hurried down the hall and slid into the ballroom. I strode up to Gan, where he was seated at a golden throne encrusted with rubies. Much more extravagant than Toms conservative wooden one, I noted. I sighed and stood before him.
"Ginevra, nice to see you. I trust you slept well?" He smiled kindly at me and I nodded stiffly. "You may stand to the left of the dais." I bobbed my head in a sort of half bow and walked over to his left. I leaned against the wall. This was a different vantage point than I was used to in Tom's meetings. Usually I was on his right. Gan stood and the hundreds of traitorous death eaters that had become his followers went quiet.
"Welcome, my servants!" He called, raising his hands dramatically. I saw two heads of familiar white blonde hair and my stomach twisted into knots. Draco and Adelé were there. That could only mean…my eyes raked the crowd hoping beyond hope that he was there, but at the same time hoping he wasn't.
I gasped quietly when I saw him standing there, right as rain, as if our break up (if you could call it that) hadn't done anything to him. My eyes narrowed and I tried to convince myself that I hated him. Gan made a speech about being the 'Lord of Chaos' as he called himself, and I thought it would have done Voldemort proud. He talked about annihilating the muggleborns and murdering muggle lovers. I didn't move my eyes from glaring at Tom. I don't know, I suppose I could imagine why I hated him if I could only partially see him between the crack in my eyelids. I straightened and blinked when Gan called,
"I have specific orders tonight, my children. Draco, Tom and Mrs. Malfoy, please come forward." I glanced at him. Was he doing this because of me? "Draco, you will prove useful to me. I will keep you by my side. Tom and Mrs. Malfoy, you are not of service to me." Silence rang through the room. I gaped at him. Tom would be the most powerful ally to have by your side.
"Milord, my wife-" Draco hissed angrily.
"Is not needed," Gan said, his brown eyes snapping. "Do you understand?" Draco looked livid.
"Sir-"
"It is not open for discussion!" Gan snapped. "They may stay in the Malfoy manor, but are not welcome here. You're dismissed." The three of them moved off, and I silently asked him for permission to follow by catching his eye, and flicking my glance to the trio walking out the door. He inclined his head, and I hurried through the side door to Draco and Adelé's room. I knocked a few times and seconds later the door opened. Adelé looked out at me.
"Hey, Can I come in?" I asked. She glared at me and didn't move. "Listen, I'm sorry you have to leave I'll try to convince him-"
"What do you want?" She broke in.
"To say goodbye! Adelé what-"
"We don't want you here," She said, and Draco appeared by her side.
"Isn't it enough that it's your fault she's leaving?" He snarled at me.
"I'm sorry, I told you, I'm trying to-" His look silenced me.
"Go. You're only making it worse." Adelé spat. I turned tail and fled. I ran all the way back to my rooms. I sat on the edge of the bed and let the tears flow. Some time later, Gan walked into my room. I was slumped on the end of the bed, no longer crying.
"Chin up baby," He said kindly. "You'll still see her at Christmas and such. She'll come to the feasts and parties." He took me in his arms. I sniffled, taking a little comfort in the only thing I had. I didn't love him, but he was kind to me, for now at least, and so I came to the conclusion that I liked him.
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I exhaled as Draco closed the door on Ginny. My heart ached to see them being forced to play those parts, pretending to hate her.
"We need to carry out the plan," I said quietly. Adelé looked at me, whereas Draco didn't turn. He was staring out the window, his mouth set in a stony line. "The polyjuice potion is prepared?"
"Yes," Draco said. "Enough to last for a while."
"So all I need is a stock of your hair, and you'll need some of mine," I said, stating the obvious in the uncomfortable silence. I opened the cupboard where the potion was set up. I handed Draco a vial and took one for myself. He passed me a pair of scissors and I cut a chunk of my hair and gave it to him. He did the same and I put a single hair into my vial. It bubbled and turned icy blue before I downed it. After a few seconds of the unpleasant feeling you get from it, I glanced in the mirror. I was a perfect replica of him, and he of me. I breathed deeply and allowed a furious look to creep onto my face. Draco would be scowling, as it was he (or me, I suppose) looked happy as ever at the prospect of staying with his wife. I rolled my eyes. "I don't show emotion anymore mate," I reminded him. He glanced at me.
"I can't help it, for a second there…" He threaded his fingers through Adelés, and then kissed her hand. He looked up at me, his mouth twisting and handed her hand to me. "Do what you have to do,"
"I wont do any more than necessary," I promised him.
"You better not," Adelé grumbled.
"I'm sorry you had to do that to her," I said.
"Its okay. Its nothing compared to what you did." She replied softly.
We looked at each other, and I took her arm. She leaned her head on my shoulder (which was lower than I was used to) and we walked out of the room. I looked at Draco as we walked down the hall. Did I always look that sullen? He winked at me and grinned for a moment before regaining the look. I narrowed my eyes at him and faced front again. We walked down the stairs and Narcissa and Lucius waited for us there. Apparently they had been banished as well. I hitched what I imagined to be a stoic look on my face and kissed Narcissa on both cheeks. It was bizarre. I had never really talked to her before and silent tears rolled down her cheeks seeing me leave her. Next I shook Lucius hand and clapped Draco (in my body) on the shoulder. I turned back to Adelé and saw her grimacing slightly. I would have gone for a quick peck on the lips, but we had to make it believable. I sighed and leaned forward to kiss her. I was sure that Draco's nearly transparent skin would be beet red on my face. I pulled away and pretended to be sad, while I was actually hoping she'd disappear so I wouldn't be so embarrassed. She looked embarrassed too, and turned away. Draco looked like he was either about to burst out laughing or explode from frustration. I opened the door for them and they walked out, then apparated.