A/N – This is an idea that came to me randomly one night. I'm going to do the best I can to get the plot to go where I want it to, but we'll just have to see how that all works out. I've never tried this pairing before, yes it will be a Severus and Ginny story ultimately, but for now it's Ginny and Draco. I hope you enjoy it, please give me some feedback I would love to hear what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter universe; it all belongs to JK Rowling
Major revisions on this chapter as of 6/14, nothing has changed in the plot, but a lot of detail was added, feel free to re-read but it is not necessary as far as plot is concerned.
Ginevra stood in front of the jagged mouth of the cave. She strained her ears to listen for any sounds from within, but to no avail. She willed her feet to move, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and stayed rooted to the spot. The wind whipped her hair across her face and rustled the dying leaves of the oak trees. She shivered, it was late August, but the cold weather had already arrived. Bracing herself, she took one step forward, but didn't make it any further than that.
She didn't understand where this sudden fear came from; she had resolved herself of her decision a very long time ago. Tonight she was going to receive the Dark Mark from Lord Voldemort, and she would become one of his faithful Death Eaters. She had repeated this to herself so many times over the past year, that it had already become a reality in her mind. She had even taken to drawing the mark on the inside of her forearm from time to time, but this was risky so she always washed it off before anyone could see. However tonight this mark would become permanent, and would forever show her true allegiance in the wizarding world.
She knew this was what she wanted. This is what would make her life complete, she would finally belong somewhere. For too long she had been cast aside, and deemed worthless by her family and friends. She would no longer be "little Ginny", trying to win the affection of Harry Potter or the approval of her peers. In everything she was either forgotten or overlooked, no one valued her opinions. Everything was about Harry or about the Order. She angrily wiped the tears that had begun to flow from her eyes. She was going to show them all, she wouldn't be their little baby Gin anymore, she would be Ginevra, a force to be reckoned with.
Finally making up her mind, she stepped forward into the cave and was engulfed in its darkness. The stagnant, earthy smell pervaded her senses making her feel slightly queasy. She muttered a Lumos and was able to see slightly. The light did little but make the darkness stretch out further in front of her. She did not let this frighten her, but kept on walking forward.
As she walked she thought back to last year, and what had lead her to this decision. It all started over the summer while she was cramped into 12 Grimmwauld Place with her whole family, Harry, Hermione, and the innumerable visitors that stopped in whenever they pleased. She had spent most of her time in the room she shared with Hermione, it was the only place she could get an ounce of privacy. Lucky for her Hermione and Ron had finally realized that they were crazy about each other, so she had the room to herself for the most part. This gave her a lot of time to think, because no one was voluntarily seeking out her company. She was sure she could have died and no one would have noticed until the smell from her rotting body started to reek.
She did a lot of reading over the summer, mainly about the dark arts. She had been wandering around Sirius' attic and had stumbled across a box filled with books pertaining to the dark arts. This didn't surprise her considering his family had been a prominent pureblood, muggle-hating family for centuries. Not anymore though, she thought, with Sirius' death came the end of the Black line. She rooted through the box, and took a few of the books to her room with her. It wasn't like there was anyone who would miss them. She had found a lose floorboard under her bed, which she hid the books in. Every time she read them, she became more engrossed with the dark arts. The power she could possess with this knowledge thrilled her, and she became obsessed with it. Sadly, she couldn't put any of the spells into practice, because she was still an underage witch.
The day arrived for her to leave for Hogwarts. She packed her meager belongings and with them, she packed a few of the more valuable books. She sat with Harry, Ron and Hermione on the train, and by their looks, they had all but forgotten she had spent the whole summer with them. They all felt uneasy about her presence, because she had become a stranger to them. Their few attempts at conversation were quickly stopped at her obvious reluctance to indulge them. Not that this really fazed them, they were in their 7th year now, and all they could talk about was the exciting year ahead.
This lonely ride only foreshadowed her even lonelier year to come. She had no real friends in her grade, she didn't trust very easily. Her first encounter with Voldemort had succeeded in making her a recluse. Everyone always thought of her as the "girl who was possessed by Voldemort", they didn't think that there might be more to her besides that. Some might think this would make her bitter and resentful, but this only fueled her desire to prove herself.
After going through the Restricted Section's books on the dark arts, she concluded late one January night that the only way she was going to be able to satisfy her desire for power would be to join up with Voldemort himself. The idea scared her when it first crossed her mind, it would be a complete betrayal to her family and her friends. But as she sat in the Restricted Section with another book of useless knowledge in her lap, she realized this was her only choice.
She gasped as a hand clutched her shoulder, while the other moved to cover her mouth. She started to struggle, until she heard the familiar laugh close to her ear.
"Draco!" she mumbled against his hand.
Still laughing he replied, "Someone's a little jumpy tonight."
He released her from his grasp and she turned around glaring at him. "Well maybe if you hadn't snuck up on me like that…"
Not wanting to get a lecture from her he pulled her into his embrace, immediately stopping her complaints. She kissed him forcefully, pulling from him some of his strength. She was so glad he was here with her tonight, if it wasn't for him she didn't think she would have made it this far.
After she came to realization of what she would need to do to, she decided to seek out someone who could help her. The only person she knew who could do this was the infamous Draco Malfoy. Everyone knew he was a Death Eater, since he made no attempt to refute its verity. It wasn't going to be an easy task getting him to help her. As far as she was concerned, he looked at her as nothing more than another one of the Weasley brats, who were all just one big wart on the backside of humanity.
It took her a couple of weeks to get up the courage, but one day she decided to confront him. He was a hard person to catch alone, usually he was flanked by his troll-like bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, or surrounded by his entourage of female worshippers. On this one day he happened to be walking alone from one of his Advanced Potions classes, and she caught up to him. She called out his name, and he turned to look at her, his one eyebrow quirked in an expression of shock.
"What do you want Weasley, looking for some spare change… I'm sorry, I don't give hand outs, unless of course I will be receiving something in return." Draco ran his eyes over the length of her body, and then smiled maliciously.
She wasn't going to let him intimidate her now, not after she had gotten this far, "As appealing as that sounds, I have important matters that need to be discussed with you."
Draco's laughed echoed through the halls, "Important matters… to discuss with me? Have you lost your mind Weasley?
"No actually, I think I've finally come to my senses about some things. I would like to become a Death Eater."
This is the first time in Draco's life that he was ever left speechless. His mouth agape, he stared at the little redhead, until he finally pulled himself together. "If this is some kind of joke…" He started to say.
"No joke, I promise, I just… I think that is where I belong." Ginny responded, trying to keep her voice from sounding shaky.
Draco didn't say anything for a couple of moments but finally replied, "Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight at nine."
Without further explanation, he left her alone in the deserted hallway. She couldn't believe that he hadn't turned her down. She was happy for the first time in many months, and with a smile firmly in place she headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
Later that night she made her way to the Astronomy Tower. Her stomach was one big knot, she felt like she had swallowed a bowling ball. Not knowing what to expect just added to this fear, for all she knew Draco could be up there with his goons planning to beat her to a pulp… or worse. Her steps echoed as she walked up the stairs, stealth wasn't one of her stronger points. All she had to do was round the corner and Draco would be there waiting for her, that is if he kept his word. Gathering up all the courage she had she rounded the last corner and came face to face with Draco.
"You have more guts than I thought Weasley, I was half expecting you to show up with the Dream Team tagging along behind."
Ginny scoffed at this statement, "Trelawnley would more likely make an actual prediction before the Dream Team gave a rat's ass about where and with whom I spent my time." Despite the obvious sarcasm, she wasn't far from the truth.
"As much as I want to talk about your social life, or lack there of," Ginny scowled at this, "we need to get down to business. First what is your name."
Ginny couldn't help laughing at this, was he daft? Too much time spent in the company of Crabbe and Goyle would make anyone a little nutters though… "Malfoy what type of stupid question is that?"
"Just answer it."
Looking at him skeptically she said, "Ginny Weasley."
"No no no, what is your name, the name your mother gave you at your birth," Draco said, a little annoyed.
"Oh, umm it's Ginevra," Ginny replied meekly, she had always been a little embarrassed by her name.
For some reason Draco seemed angered by this, "This is pointless, you can't even say your own name with confidence, if you haven't got confidence in yourself you stand no chance among the ranks of the Death Eaters. They will eat you alive."
"I do have confidence in myself…" her voice wavered though, and Draco's reply was a harsh laugh.
"You have about as much confidence as Longbottom does in the presence of Snape. You're absolutely hopeless, go waste somebody else's time, I have better things to do." Draco started to walk away but not before Ginny defiantly placed herself in front of him. She wasn't going to let him walk away from her, not after she had made it this far.
"Ginevra Weasley, my name is Ginevra Cecilia Weasley," placing her hands on her hips she stood resolved in front of her adversary.
His quick reflexes and her inexperience had her pinned to the wall within seconds. One hand on her throat, the other placed next to her shoulder on the wall, keeping her securely in place. Malfoy's face was inches from hers, "I'm sorry I didn't hear you, would you care to repeat what you just said," his breath was hot on her face and it took all of her control to stop herself from shaking. This was a test, and she be damned if she would let him win this battle.
"My name is Ginevra Weasley," she said her eyes never leaving his.
He held her there for a second or two more, waiting to see if she would break. When she didn't he stepped back and removed his hand from her throat. He watched her still. She felt like an animal trapped by its hungry predator, waiting for it to strike. Draco however did not strike, it seemed he had come to a decision after a fierce mental debate. Sighing, he once again turned and started to leave. Ginny was about to cry out in objection, hadn't she passed his test?
As he reached the stairs he turned and said, "We will meet here again tomorrow, same time. You have a lot left to learn Ginevra."
Once she was sure he was out of sight, she let out a shuddering gasp and slid down the length of the wall that had been her sole support up to this point. Her head in her hands she fought back the urge to sob. She wasn't a baby anymore. She wasn't weak… she was going to prove herself to Draco and everyone else who deemed her worthless. She wasn't Ginny anymore… no she was Ginevra.
After that first meeting their relationship started out as teacher and pupil. As much as Ginevra had read about the dark arts, she lacked much practical knowledge concerning the politics within the Death Eaters. Draco was right, she had a lot to learn. Draco worked with her, and with each meeting her awareness of the intricacies of this new world she was about to step into increased, as well as the awareness of the boy who taught her. As much of a git as Draco could be, he possessed qualities that were lacking in every boy she had met until now. He carried himself with a grace that many would call pompousness, but it was a trait inherited from his upbringing. He was expected to portray his good breeding to the world. It gave Ginevra a new found respect for him; she wished she had the careless grace which he possessed.
He also possessed power. If their first meeting wasn't proof enough, then it was the way he controlled his entire house. Slytherin was his own personal game of chest. He deftly moved each piece into place, sacrificing those which were worthless to him and capturing those which were in his way. He had the game down to a science, and knew exactly what moves it would take for him to reach that ultimate goal of checkmate.
Her respect slowly turned into a different feeling, one she wasn't sure she was ready to admit to yet. Could she possibly have feelings for her teacher? He was all business with her. She knew he took his job seriously, and she took her mission seriously as well. However, she saw herself falling further and further down into a sea of lust and desire. She wanted him… plain and simple. She couldn't figure him out though; he never let down that cold exterior he put up. It was a defense mechanism; she had figured out that much. She decided then that she was going to tear down that wall any way she could.
In early May, she was practicing some basic etiquette with him in the Astronomy Tower. It was cool up there with a slight breeze blowing through the open windows. It had just stopped raining outside, and the air smelled heavily of the myriad of flowers throughout the grounds. The smell was intoxicating, and was leaving her feeling hazy.
Draco saw she wasn't paying attention to him, "Ginevra, are you even listening to me?"
Ginevra startled said, "What… Oh yes I'm listening, go on."
"This is important; if you don't learn how to act in this society they will hurt you."
Sighing Ginevra responded, "Draco I'm doing fine, I may not have been raised as the child of a Death Eater, but I know how to act like one now."
Draco slammed his fist angrily against the wall, "You don't know the half of it. Acting like a Death Eater and being a Death Eater are two completely different things. They will eat you alive Gin, they will kill you if you screw things up."
Draco turned his back to her and was silent. Ginevra had never seen him act like this before; she was normally the one throwing temper tantrums. This was her opportunity, she wasn't going to let him hide his emotions from her anymore.
"Why do you even care? It's not like I'm worth anything to you. I'm just a project to you, so what if you fail?" Ginevra stated.
"What in bloody hell are you going on about? Just a fucking project… you know there's more to it than that," he said refusing to look her in the eye.
She walked up to him so that they were face to face. "Tell me Draco, what more is there? From the way I see it I'm just another pawn in you're twisted game."
He was angry now. Ever since their first meeting he had contained his angry, except for an occasional burst when she got on his nerves. The look in his eyes was saying back down now while you still can.
"Ginevra we're not talking about this," he said adding a hint of warning into the statement.
"No, we're talking about this Draco. I'm sick of this act you pull with me. Don't you think I know you well enough now to know when you're lying to me."
Here he interrupted her and grabbed her by the arms with enough force to be painful. "Honey, you have no fucking clue what you're getting into here, I would back off now."
"Don't give me that shit, I know damn well what I'm getting into. I know what I want, and you want it to, don't pretend you don't want it. I've broken every rule and crossed every line, don't think I'm about to back down now."
With that Ginevra took Draco's head and brought it crashing to her lips. Their kisses were full of lust, each taking from the other what they so desperately needed. His hands ran up and down the length of her body, and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth in response. His mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck until he reached the barrier of her shirt, which he removed along with the rest of her clothes. His were soon to follow, and they were both laying on the floor panting for breath and covered in sweat. He looked into her eyes and saw the desire pooling in their depths. This was enough conformation he needed, and he entered her taking her virginity.
God she wanted this, she could barely control herself. His hands on her breasts, his mouth kissing her into sweet oblivion and oh the feeling building up between her legs. She wanted to scream, laugh and cry all at the same time. He was going faster now and her hips were bucking wildly against him. She was almost there she could feel it, and with one last look into his smoldering eyes she came screaming his name.
They laid next to each other, holding one another. Ginny looked into the face of her lover, and saw for the first time what looked like true contentment. This was right, it had to be. He gently stroked her hair, and she let herself sink into the comfort of his arms and fall into beautiful slumber.
Ginevra and Draco walked hand and hand together until they reached the inner sanctuary of the cave. Ginny stepped out of the bleak cave to find herself standing in a circular dome that had no roof. It reminded her of the Quidditch stadium at Hogwarts. The moon was bright that night, and it shot a beam of light into the center of the dome where there was a large platform. The room was filled with Death Eaters, she tried to see if she could recognize anyone, but before she could, the room turned to silence. Everyone had gotten on their knees and were bowing before the platform. Draco grabbed her neck and forced her into a kneeling position, but not before Ginny could get a good look at the man now standing on the platform… Lord Voldemort.
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