Title Lune Soleil
Author: Samantha Riddle aka Slytherish
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Oh, and it has some Order of the Phoenix Spoilers.
Summary: Ginny Weasley has always been stereotyped as the youngest, innocent Weasley. No one in her family seems to understand her, and she secretly wishes for her chance to show them the truth. When she's captured by Death Eaters, her new backbone is put to the test. Why does Lord Voldemort want her? What does it have to do with her first year at Hogwarts?
Meanwhile Draco Malfoy is asked to gain Ginny's trust and watch her in between her 'lessons' with Lord Voldemort. When he's not frustrating himself with thoughts of Ginny, who is the only girl who manages to make him speechless, Draco is worried about his now broken family. Determined to make sure his mother is happy, Draco must turn against his father.
But what happens when an love forms between them, and suddenly the most important issue at hand is how can they stay together forever? Will Draco break away from Voldemort? Will Ginny turn on her family?
Notes: Another chapter! And its way longer then any chapter I have written in this story by far. ^.^ I
am actually quite proud with this chapter, its a lot different then what I usually write for chapters. Also, notice the
chapter title... different isn't it? Well I hope you all like this! Don't forget to Review! Oh and I have a
cute doll of Draco and Ginny walking up to Ginny's room from the end of this chapter and if you want to see it, let
me know in your review and I'll give you a link to where it is. ^.^ Hugs.
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Chapter Ten: A Solar Eclipse
"What was he talking about Draco?" Ginny asked as they walked down the hallway towards the exit of the building.
"I told you already, its none of your business!" Draco snapped, looking over at her and glaring. Why was she so horribly annoying?
"But it is my business now, as I'm going to be staying at your house," She pointed out. Draco ignored her. Right now he didn't want to answer Ginny's questions.
So Lucius had told Lord Voldemort about what had happened, and now they was using Narcissa as a way to keep Draco in line. Did Voldemort think that Draco's loyalty would waver now that Narcissa was no longer loyal to Lucius?
Maybe if Draco spoke to Voldemort and made him see.. Voldemort had killed his own father, he'd understand that getting back at Lucius was now a goal of Draco's... Yet that goal would put his mother at risk... a risk that Draco did not want to take. His mother's safety was more important then his own goals. Or was she?
Unconsciously, Draco buttoned his cloak and reached for the handle of the doors that led outside. He paused with his hand on the handle, and turned back to Ginny was eyeing the door with hidden excitement. Voldemort's words echoed through Draco's head.... his life was on the line of Ginny being in their hands. Letting her walk freely out the door was not an option.
For the first time since they had walked down into the entrance hall, Draco looked around. Usually it was very empty, but today there were several other Death Eaters around, including a group of them who were in a huddle by the doors to the dinning hall.
Draco tilted his head and looked closer. In the middle of the huddled Death Eaters was a man they probably had been escorting to the dungeons. A prisoner most likely, someone they would use to get the Order. Draco was hardly concerned.
Sighing, Draco turned back to Ginny. "Turn around." He ordered. Ginny gave him a look of surprise and then silently obeyed, turning around so her back was to him. Carefully, Draco pulled both of her arms behind her back and tightly tied them there with an invisible rope from his wand. "After all," He told her, "My life is attached to yours now."
"Do you ever think about anyone but yourself and your mo--" Ginny wanted to know, but Draco cut her off.
"Of course not," Draco replied with a smirk, "Now lets go." He reached forward for a second time and opened the large oak doors, slipping out into the afternoon light. Ginny followed him voluntarily.
"Wow," Ginny said softly as they started down the pathway. Draco looked over at her and saw she was looking back at the castle, "Its seems to so much bigger then that inside."
"Because it is," Draco explained unconcerned, "It has spells on it that make it fit in this tiny clearing, and spells that make it much bigger on the inside." Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and tapped a large tree to his right.
"What are you doing?" Ginny questioned.
"Dropping the force fields. Not only is the castle magic, but the forest is too. You have to know a lot of Dark Magic to get in. Getting out is a bit easier, but only to Death Eaters."
"Then how do you get in?"
"There are other means of getting in here. Floo Powder."
"You couldn't Apparate in?"
"No, its like Hogwarts. If you could easily Apparate in and out of in here, we'd be ambushed by Order and Ministry officials in minutes."
They continued down the path in silence, every so often Draco going off to a nearby tree and tapping it with his wand. At one point Draco had to press his Dark Mark against one of the trees. It hurt like hell, but he was used to it by now. Ginny didn't ask any more questions and Draco was thankful.
After about twenty minutes of walking down the path, they came upon a very tall black gate with two Death Eaters at the entrance. Draco showed his Dark Mark and they let him by. Just a few more minutes of walking and the trees opened up to a small muggle town. Draco paused by one of the last trees.
"What's the matter?" Ginny asked.
"Its a muggle town. Questions will be asked if I march you into the town with your hands tied behind your back." He told her with a sigh of annoyance.
"Then untie me," Ginny suggested.
"I can't... you could get away." Draco paused before getting an idea and he slipped off his Death Eater robes and gently put them around Ginny. "There... no one can see your hands now."
But Ginny wasn't listening, she was staring at Draco. Draco looked down at himself, and then looked back up at her. He was wearing a dark green T-shirt and black pants, nothing really spectacular. Perhaps it was because Ginny had never seen Draco wear Muggle clothes, or maybe it was because the young Weasley had finally realized that Draco really was very good looking. Draco grinned.
"What's the matter Weasley? Never seen a good looking man before?"
"No... I never thought you'd wear Muggle clothing," Draco was pleased to see that Ginny's cheeks were very red indeed. "And I don't see a good looking man around here anyway."
"What?" Draco asked rather incredulous.
"Your not a man. Your a boy. A stupid arrogant boy who really thinks too highly of himself." Ginny continued, smiling.
"A boy? Me? Really Weasley, you've just been around too many redheads. You don't know what is good looking and what is not!"
"Oh don't I? And I suppose you could show me?"
"Obviously! I've already shown you!" Draco was rather frustrated. He wasn't used to females not swooning over him. Ginny just shook her head, very amused at his frustration.
"You must not be a proper girl," He finally said as they started off into the town, "Being around all those brothers has gone to your head."
"And your not a proper man. Those tight pants must be cutting down on your manhood's size." Ginny shot back. Draco didn't say another word until they were outside the fireplace that would be taking them to Malfoy Manor.
The fireplace was located at a local bar, in the backroom. Draco knew the barman very well, especially because he was a wizard and a Death Eater himself. Draco picked up a handful of Floo Powder, and looked at Ginny for the first time since her rude comment. Draco had found it rather insulting, and anyway he couldn't even retort back... there was nothing he could say to that.
Draco tossed the Floo Powder into the fireplace. "We'll go together," He told her shortly. Ginny nodded, and let out a cry of surprise when he pushed her into the fireplace roughly.
"What is that about?" She demanded. Draco ignored her and stepped in too.
"Malfoy Manor!" He said clearly.
Draco felt the normal pull as if he was being sucked down a tube and closed his eyes. He usually got very queasy when he traveled by Floo, and closing his eyes seemed to help. After a few moments, he felt his feet land on the floor. Just as he opened his eyes he felt Ginny fall against him, and the two tumbled over.
Draco stared at the ceiling, and then looked to his right where Ginny had landed, half on top of him, half on the floor. Her eyes were still shut, one of her hands holding onto Draco's arm. For a brief second Draco was amused.
"Ginny... you can open your eyes now."
Her eyes snapped open, and her cheeks flushed scarlet easily matching her hair. She let go of him and stood up, looking around. "Where are we?" She asked.
"The foyer of Malfoy Manor," Draco replied.
The foyer was extremely tiny and the pair had seemingly toppled out of a closet. There were two doors, one that looked as if it led outside and one that led to the entrance hall. It was very dark, and shadows were lurking on the walls as well as large portraits of family members.
"Through this door is the entrance hall. Its really the front door. The door that leads outside could be called the same, but its never used so why bother?" Smirking, Draco opened the door that led to the house itself.
Narcissa was walking down the staircase that was directly in front of them, wearing an elegant navy blue gown. She paused on the stairs at the sight of her son and Ginny. Draco could feel Ginny tense from behind him.
"Good afternoon mother," Draco greeted. Narcissa smiled and continued down the stairs. "This is Ginny Weasley... Lord Voldemort wants her to stay here for awhile because the Order knows about the lair." Draco explained, as Narcissa began to encircle Ginny looking her over.
"Hmm..." She paused and then looked over at Draco. "She'll need to be fixed up a bit if she thinks she's sleeping in one of my guest rooms." Draco knew that was meant as a joke, but Ginny didn't seem to. Her cheeks went red again.
"If there were awards for the cleanest, best designed houses my mother would have won every one." Draco told Ginny proudly. Ginny blinked at him and then looked back at Narcissa. She still didn't seem to understand there were no threats against her here. "Go on with my mother and get cleaned up. She won't bite." Draco told her with a smirk.
"What did you say her name was Draco?" Narcissa asked.
"Ginny... Virginia actually." Draco told her, and he started up the stairs.
"Draco," Narcissa called to him, "Don't go too far, I want to check those wounds."
"Yes mother," Draco replied as he disappeared up the stairs. He wanted to go to his room and have a little thinking time. With Ginny around the house, that was going to be a lot more difficult.
**
Ginny watched as Draco disappeared up the stairs, leaving her completely alone with his mother. Feeling rather intimidated by the women, Ginny looked at her carefully. Narcissa Malfoy was extremely pretty- it was obvious why Draco looked the way he did. Her long blonde hair caught the light perfectly and sparkling like diamonds. Her icy blue eyes were clear and very sharp. Narcissa's body was thin, and curvy and her skin was very smooth looking and pale. If she had wings, Ginny wouldn't have doubted she was an angel.
"How long have you been a prisoner Virginia?" Narcissa asked, now back to looking Ginny over.
"Today is my third day," Ginny replied quietly.
"Your in need of a shower and some clean clothes... and a decent meal wouldn't do you wrong either. You poor child, I won't let you go un-pampered in this household. That you can be sure of."
Ginny suddenly completely understood why Draco was so arrogant and vain. Narcissa had spoiled her son rotten and made sure he always had looked his very best. It wasn't Draco's fault he was the way he was and for the first time she really felt sorry for him.
Narcissa started up the stairs, and Ginny followed careful not to fall behind too much as she looked around the Manor. It was very beautiful and had a dark aurora too it. It was almost creepy, but not as creepy as Voldemort's castle. In some way, the Malfoy Manor had more of a welcome to it.
Several floors up, Narcissa opened a door and led Ginny into a room. This room had many of the same furnishings as the one in Voldemort's castle but the furniture wasn't as plain and had more room to it.
The canopy bed was draped in a dark purple, just as many of the fabrics in the room. The wood was polished so you could see your reflection in it. As well as a bathroom with a bathtub, a walk-in closet full of elegant clothes and a fireplace, the room had a huge window and balcony, a enormous bookcase and a vanity as well as a desk.
"It's a lot different then what your used to," Narcissa said softly. Ginny looked at her, her cheeks hot.
"I have a very nice bedroom at home. There is more to a bedroom then fancy objects." Ginny retorted.
"Of course. I was not trying to put your home down in any way. I remember your mother from school, and although I think she could have done better in Arthur Weasley, she was a very well to do girl."
"You knew my mother at school?" Ginny questioned rather shocked.
Narcissa smiled, "Yes I did. Molly was an exceptional student. One wouldn't call us friends, but acquaintances. She did very well with you my dear. Virginia is very beautiful name."
"Thank you," Ginny blushed.
"Hmm, now lets see if we can get you cleaned up. You poor dear..." Narcissa moved her hand over to Ginny's face where she pushed a strand of Ginny's red hair out of her face, "When I'm through with you, you won't be recognizable."
Narcissa suddenly looked very excited and moved towards the bathroom. Ginny followed, realizing that Narcissa wasn't as bad as she first had thought she was. At the very least the women had a kind heart somewhere beneath layers of pure-blood mania.
Narcissa set Ginny up for a bath and left her to find her something nice for her to wear. Ginny began to undress, glancing at herself in the mirror. She really was very dirty, her clothes made for rags, her skin covered in dirt, and her hair was matted and oily. Ginny's eyes were the only piece of her face that shined brightly in the light of the room. Very relieved to get a chance to be clean, Ginny sank into the tub for a good scrub.
When she came out of the tub, a towel wrapped around her, she found Narcissa had set some clothes down by the sink. Ginny didn't bother to look at them as she dressed, thankful for something clean.
She slipped out of the bathroom to find Narcissa sitting on the bed waiting for her. She smiled, her icy eyes sparkling. "That is much better," Narcissa commented.
"Thank you for the clothes Mrs. Malfoy..." Ginny began but Narcissa shook her head and motioned for Ginny to sit down next to her.
"No need Virginia. It is all my pleasure. I've never had a girl child of my own, and never will. It is the very least I can do for you."
Ginny sat down and Narcissa began to brush out her wet hair. Ginny smiled to herself as Narcissa began to hum, apparently having a great deal of fun with this. As she combed out Ginny's hair, she styled and dried it.
"You are a very pretty girl Virginia," Narcissa told her softly, and Ginny blushed. Finishing, Mrs. Malfoy turned Ginny around and smiled at her. "Look at yourself in the mirror child."
Ginny obeyed, and got up to walk over to the large mirror on the vanity. Her eyes widened at her reflection. She had never seen herself wearing such an elegant gown, nor with her hair sparkling so. Narcissa had done a wonder- Ginny couldn't believe she was looking at herself.
"Oh my...." Ginny whispered.
"Why don't we head down to dinner? I believe Draco will be waiting for us."
**
Waiting he was, and impatiently. Leaning back against his chair idly, Draco felt extremely bored and very hungry. The dinning room was lit by candle light already as night had fallen, and the house elves were hurrying along through the room setting out dishes and plates. Draco eyed them hungrily. What was taking his mother and the Weasel so long?
At least father isn't home, Draco thought grimly. He'd have Ginny sit in the dungeons wearing a towel. Why do I care? He shook his head very hard. I'm hungry, he told himself, that's why I'm having these thoughts. Starvation was a killer.
"Does Draco wish for a goblet of wine?"
Draco's attention snapped to a house elf who was standing before him, rather nervously. Draco couldn't recall its name... they had so many house elves through the years.
"Uh, sure..." Draco responded to it lightly. Wine? Since when did he drink wine? Draco sighed and lay his head down on the table, moaning softly. He was so hungry.
"Draco that is not proper table manners," Narcissa said gently as she entered the room. Draco lifted his head to look at her, and she smiled at him. "And that's not how you treat guests. Come along Virginia dear." She looked back at someone who was cautiously following her.
Draco had to blink several times to make sure he was seeing Ginny, because that certainly didn't look like the Weasley he had left with his mother hours ago. His mouth slightly open, his eyes wide, he watched as she followed his mother into the room.
She was wearing an beautiful black gown, one that went all the way to the floor and covered her feet. It went up to just above her breasts, was completely sleeveless and showed all of her collarbone. In the back, a bunch of thing straps went from one side of the dress to the other giving it a Victorian twist.
Her hair was left down, but suddenly it seemed longer then it did before. Its bright red color sparkled in the light, and was tied only by a black ribbon that wrapped around the top of her head. It wasn't a bow on top, but a small tie, letting the strands down along her face. She was blushing scarlet, making her face match her hair.
"Don't you agree that she looks very beautiful Draco?" Narcissa asked. Draco couldn't turn his head to look at his mother- his eyes were glued to Ginny. How was someone like Ginny able to turn into something like... like that so quickly?
Ginny looked away from Draco and stared at the ground very embarrassed. She twisted her hands together as Narcissa took her arm and gently had her sit down at the table. Draco followed her with her eyes until the house elf pulled off the cover to the food in which his eyes snapped to the table.
As he piled food onto his plate, he ignored the stares his mother was giving him and the look of amusement on Ginny. He was very hungry and they would have to wait until he was done! Stuffing the food into his face he finally looked from his mother to Ginny with mock fake interest.
"How'd you do that mother?" He asked as he swallowed, "Its not easy to turn a Weasel into a human." Ginny glared at him.
"Draco you are such a-"
"Draco!" Narcissa said warningly cutting off Ginny completely. Draco smirked and ignored them both. He was still hungry.
"You know what Draco, I don't care what you say," Ginny told him lightly, "I think I look nice and that's all that matters. So shut up... ferret."
Draco looked up from his plate, and pointed his fork at her angrily, "I'm trying to eat! So please, refrain yourself from speaking until I'm finished. I don't want to gag."
"Draco Malfoy!" Narcissa exclaimed disgusted, "Cut that out... now!"
Draco looked over at his mother and sighed, but not before nodding and going back to his food. Ginny smirked, but didn't say another word to him, instead she turned her attention to Narcissa as if she had a number of questions. Draco watched out of the corner of his eyes unconcerned.
"Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Yes Virginia?
"What was Draco like as a child?"
Draco's fork dropped to his plate with a clatter. He looked up at his mother with a look of horror on his face. Narcissa and Ginny paid him no mind. An hour later, Draco sat at the table hiding his face in his hands as Ginny and Narcissa laughed as they talked.
"And let me tell you about the time he first tried to dress himself... I never thought pants could be used as a shirt, but Draco found a way anyway...."
Draco wanted to kill himself with his fork. His face red, he looked up over his hands to see Ginny laughing... at him. This was the most embarrassing moment of his lift. He picked up his goblet of wine and had a sip. Maybe if he got drunk he would forget this moment ever happened.
"He ran out of the house naked?" Ginny asked Narcissa.
Draco called the house elf for a pitcher of wine. This was going to be a very long night.
"Oh yes, but Draco insisted that clothes were overrated. It took weeks to get him to wear anything- even his-"
"Mother!" Draco gasped. Ginny and Narcissa finally glanced over at Draco. "Please!"
"Have we embarrassed him enough?" Ginny asked.
"I think so." Narcissa smiled at her son, "Have you learned your lesson about how to treat a lady?" Draco almost pointed out that Ginny wasn't a lady, when Ginny smirked at him.
"Yes mother."
"And what do you say?" Narcissa pressed. Draco sighed, he'd rather become a muggle then apologize.
"I'm sorry Weasley... I mean, Virginia." Ginny looked as if she was going to explode with laughter. Draco wondered if his father would come home and dump her in the dungeons, and he did not feel any remorse. "Can I be excused mother?" Draco asked.
"Of course, why don't you walk Ginny up to her bedroom." Narcissa suggested.
"Not a problem... I was planning on jumping out the window on my way out," Draco muttered but Narcissa didn't hear him, she was already bidding Ginny a good night.
Draco got up, and swayed. Perhaps that fifth cup of wine hadn't been a good idea. Ginny joined him as he regained his balance. Together they walked out of the room and mounted the stairs. Ginny was smiling, and Draco had to fight the urge to push her down the stairs.
"That was an enjoyable dinner," Ginny told him as they started down a hallway.
"Sure it was," Draco replied shortly.
"Your not sour over our conversation are you?" Ginny asked, hiding a laugh. Draco gave her a look.
"No, whatever gave you that idea?" He sarcastically asked.
"You deserved it though, can't you admit to that?"
"No I can't. Shut up your giving me a headache."
"Its probably not me. Its all that wine you drank."
Draco was about to turn around and give her a piece of his mind when he heard the door downstairs open, and Lucius's voice echo through the dinning hall. Seconds later Narcissa's voice called back to him, sounding rather annoyed. Knowing an argument would soon follow, he grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her down the hall more quickly.
"What's the matter?" Ginny asked.
"My father's home... hurry I have to get you to your room. He'll toss you down in the dungeons and torture you if he had the chance."
"But wouldn't Voldemort be angry if he did that?"
"Probably wouldn't care. Come on." Draco said urgently as he pushed her gently up the nearest stairs. As they hurried down the next hallway Ginny stopped, and Draco spun around pulling her. "Ginny! Come on!"
"Wait, Draco... I think we passed it."
"Of course we didn't! I have lived her my entire life and your saying I ran past your room?" Draco asked outraged.
"You didn't bring me to my room last time, your mother did!" Ginny snapped.
"But I know what room she would have brought you to," Draco shot back, now come on.
"No," Ginny snapped trying to get out of his grasp, "We passed it and I know it."
"Weasley!"
"Malfoy!"
Draco forcefully tried to pull her in his direction, and in retaliation Ginny stomped on his foot. He let go of her in surprise and Ginny started to move away. Draco made a mad dive for her, catching her around the middle as they both tumbled sideways into a door which opened as they crashed through it.
Just there luck the door opened up to a staircase and they fell down the stairs together in a tangled mess. As they came to a stop, Draco blinked up at the dark ceiling, only to see the stars. He sat up abruptly and looked over at the staircase. They had fallen out onto a balcony.
"Now look what you did," Draco snapped starting to get up.
"What I did?" Ginny got up and dusted herself off, "What you did."
"Fine," Draco muttered annoyed, "What I did." He just wanted her to shut up. She was so annoying and his headache was getting worse. Ginny sighed and looked over at him.
"Draco!"
"What now?" Draco drawled.
"Your bleeding," She looked horrified, "Oh I'm so sorry- you must have hit your head when we fell." She was at his side in an instant blotting away the blood that was at the edge of his eyebrow.
"I'm fine- stop it," Draco tried to push away but she would have nothing of it.
"Hold still, just- Draco! Stop being such a prat and let me help you!" Draco stopped pulling as she grabbed his shoulder roughly to hold him still. "There... now that wasn't so bad was it?" She asked several minutes later.
"Oh shut up," Draco snapped.
"Your welcome."
"What? I didn't say thank you."
"You did, in your own little way," Ginny said with a sigh. Draco gave her an odd look as she looked up at the stars. "They are so pretty aren't they?" Draco glanced up.
"Sure."
He looked back down at her, and realized that she was standing in the way of the moonlight and looked rather mysterious with the light reflecting off her. She really was very pretty. Draco shifted uncomfortable.
"Look, I'm..." He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry..."
Ginny smiled, "That was hard wasn't it? Breaking away from what you grew up learning by your father. What makes you question him now Draco?"
"He cheated on my mother," Draco explained sourly. When Ginny looked confused he continued, "I caught him and my Aunt Bellatrix getting it on the other night. When I confronted him and told my mother, I got my ass kicked."
"He's not so wonderful is he?"
"No, he's not." Draco agreed, "I was an idiot for following him. I guess I just did it to make mother happy. But she's not happy with him anymore. So I don't have to pretend I don't know what's right and what's wrong."
"You did what your heart told you to do for your mother. Thats sweet Draco. I wouldn't have thought it of you."
"There's a lot of things you wouldn't think of me doing."
"I know, but I'd like to think of you doing it Draco. I really would." Ginny said quietly.
Draco didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. They stood out on the balcony, bathed in moonlight not speaking for several minutes. Draco's stomach kept flipping over. He felt really weird.... Why did he suddenly feel as if he was incredibly nervous? What was there to feel nervous about? His head was buzzing as her last words echoed through his head.
"I guess its time to start doing things you wouldn't think of me doing then," He said finally. Ginny looked over at him curiously.
He wasn't sure what made him move towards her. He didn't know what he was doing at all- it was a strange impulse he had never had before, not even with Pansy. Yet when he gently titled her head up towards him and leaned down it was so right, so incredibly perfect that he didn't try and stop himself.
He kissed her.